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There are days when the delicate equilibrium of my usual sparkling good nature fails a bit, and I have myself a little bout o’ the moody. It’s not necessarily anybody’s fault, but sometimes it is, and you better bet those bodies responsible are festooned with chest-hair and dangly bits.

Today, all is well with the world. I’m sporting the kind of deep-down, lazy satisfaction that generally accompanies either mind-melting sexual fulfillment or the consumption of a bum-wiggling good sandwich.

*melts and wiggles simultaneously to throw off the curious*

Yesterday though, it was an iTunes roller coaster. See, I can map my recent emotions through the iTunes ‘recently played’ folder.

Here’s how it played out.

On waking:

After cracking an offended eye at the bleary, gray splotched daylight, took a desperate swipe at waking. -Soul Coughing- Super Bon Bon- Turned over, promptly fell back to sleep.

After a cheery breakfast of leftover stir-fry chicken and Dr. Pepper, a quick shower and some reproachful glares at the cell phone, a brief patch of optimism defined by a long string of Silversun Pickups that morphed, unexpectedly, into Ingrid Michaelson- The Way I Am -.

Now, the long dark tea-time of the soul, the *waiting* part of the day. When I could be doing something better with my time, but I’m just not fucking gonna. Not today. - Lazlo Bane- Trampoline - & Sarah Harmer- Weakened State-.

And then the dangerous descent into those most volatile climates of the feminine repertoire: Fiona Apple, baby. Criminal- ShadowBoxer- Sleep to Dream-.